Growing with gratitude for life's challenges
I have many photographs of this red house, interested as I am in the river itself, but also the architectural aspects of old homes such as this. Who lives there, I wonder? What an incredible view they have. Ric and I have often dreamed of living at the water’s edge – an ocean, or great lake – […]
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Actually, the trestle is now a walking path, but that fact ruined my title…For Cee’s Which Way Challenge: black and white
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Went to the river to clear my mind. It’s been a rough couple of weeks helping Ukrainians. Some, feeling they can’t make it in Canada, or missing family too much, have gone home. Worse than that, we uncovered human trafficking. One employment trafficking, and another procuring young women for the sex trade. I have felt […]
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The dogs stir at the first hint of daylight. I rise with them, grumbling about lack of sleep, until the sun emerges full and bright – something we haven’t seen in awhile. “I used to be a morning person,” I say out loud. I’m am feeling the unrest of being shut in. Ric emerges just […]
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A trip to the river never fails to surprise –this dog with life-jacket caught my eyes. Ready, he was, to set off downstream,happily dependent on his human team. (Lens-Artists have left their weekly challenge open – the perfect chance to share this sweet photo story with you.)
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The early morning sun rouses me from sleep. It’s just after six. I contemplate turning over and then remember that rain is called for later. I get up. Still practising intermittent fasting, I won’t eat anything till 9:00, so I decide to slip on my clothes and drive through the neighbourhood, ending up by the […]
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Day one of trying out the new protocols for maximizing energy. Turned off all screens at ten last night, and was asleep before eleven. This morning, I dressed quickly and headed out the door by 7:30. The sun was already up and birds were flitting all about. Ice on the windshield meant I had to […]
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The first rule in interpreting dream messages, is to recognize that the meaning of a symbol varies with personal experience. This is why dream dictionaries are ineffective. This week’s responses to the river prompt clearly demonstrate this principle. For me, I have always envisioned the collective unconscious as a river whose flow encompasses all – past, […]
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Armed with Nancy Merrill’s prompt and my camera, I convinced my husband to drop me off at the river last night, just as the light was fading. The stillness of the day promised to offer some good photo opportunities. Autumn has turned up her colour, although the leaves are disappearing quickly, so I fear I […]
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You can’t push the river, a teacher once told me. So true. I’ve had a lifetime of trying to outrun the river, and consequently, the shattered pieces of my efforts litter life’s banks. With illness, I have come to appreciate that it is not about flowing with the river, or keeping up, but being open. The […]
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One Woman's Quest II 